They say you can’t pour from an empty cup. I say you’re lucky if you even know where the cup is anymore, and if it hasn't molded from being gone so long.
Welcome to the chaos, the truth, and the hard-won heart behind everything I do. My name is Julie DeFisher. I'm a writer, mother, chaos manager, special-needs advocate, grief survivor, and woman who’s trying (desperately) to hold it all together while building a life that doesn’t burn me alive or cause me to become the new cast member of Orange is the New Black.
This blog is my attempt at honesty. The kind we don’t get enough of. The kind you wish someone had told you when you were drowning at 2 a.m. and wondering why everyone else makes it look easy. Because let’s be real… none of this is easy, and no one gets out of here alive.
Why This Blog Exists:
I’ve spent so long being strong and surviving, I forgot what it felt like to share and not just protect.
Not just the wins, but the spirals, the grief, the impossible choices between folding laundry or writing one more chapter because both feel like drowning in quicksand. That moment your characters are finally speaking to you and having to stop because the kid is not screaming at the top of their lungs. I needed a space where I could bring all the parts of me to the table. No masks. No sugarcoating. Just truth, in all its messy, powerful, unfiltered glory.
I tell everyone that I'm as abrasive as steel wool. I am unapologetically me. I am defiantly a "what you see is what you get" kind of woman. As many can attest to, you'll love me, hate me, or at the bare minimum respect me. And isn't that what we are all looking for right now, a little respect.
So, here’s what you’ll find:
✍️ Mondays: Chaos from the Keyboard
Behind the scenes of author life from character breakdowns to plotting in between meltdowns. It’s the writing world with the gloves off.
🔪 Wednesdays: Juggling Chainsaws & Mental Health
This is for the moments no one sees. The spirals, the silence, the survival of pushing forward when everything is screaming at you to stop. Mental health and Self-care isn’t a trend. It’s a battlefield.
👩👦 Fridays: Mom Mode: Engaged
Life with a nonverbal autistic child, marriage, guilt, burnout, and the small victories no one claps for, but that matter most. The quiet moments with coffee, drinks, or a good book.
The Goal is simple. To create a space where we all can feel seen. To remind myself (and maybe you) that we’re not alone. To put words to the things we all feel but never say out loud. To build a bridge between writers and readers, between creators and caregivers, between survivors and storytellers. Because really, we ain't that different.
If this sounds like a place you want to be. Go grab you a drink, some popcorn, take a breath, and stick around. Also, please keep your hands inside the ride at all times, do not feed or pet the animals unless you plan on taking them home with you, yes, the little men bite but only with permission. Enjoy the not so controlled chaos. We’re in this mess together. And around here? You don’t have to pretend you’re fine. After all, none of us are actually Fine.
